[Intro: Killah Priest] What up, Priest? What up, cat? Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard I want you to kick the story Yeah, I got one, already.. The dopest story I heard, check it
[Killah Priest] Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress Look down, the whole town with torches Blood on the door knock where our lord slept Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras Masked man at the top of the bannister Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware' Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare' So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed, don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabarea Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink The seed inside the sanctuary, scary Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her' Pass the reefer, bad cheeba, Solomon judge wisely Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest] It's the street life that I write From beginning to end Dealin with these lies and deceptions Like the fall of Solomon And all my niggas in the State Pen Who doin five to ten
[Killah Priest] Order these Gods to untie me He said men do not despise a thief if he still dissatisfy his soul If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll Solomon's gold, swallow them whole He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God Usin brass poles, spies layin up in the closet They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets Solomon whispers, a man reaches in his zipper The king killed by his own bishop Hit beneath the babel gate himself, fucked when he hicced up Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!' Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9's Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind? Cause education seem like it's only shit to a thug You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was Neighborhood overflooded with liqour and drugs Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs Man, damn son!
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[Outro: Killah Priest] It's the street life that I write It's the street life that I write
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[Killah Priest] Thieves in the temple, a priest murdered at the doorstep He heard the hounds of horses, surround his fortress Look down, the whole town with torches Blood on the door knock where our lord slept Night before the see-er saw it, so they slept nautious Broken windows with cannisters, hidden cameras Masked man at the top of the bannister Shattered glass everywhere, someone pushed his man down the stairs A knife in the back with a note attached, read 'Beware' Looked up, saw a blowin curtain, a open window and heard the whistle of the soft air, someone screamin 'warfare' So Solomon takes cover, a servant yells out 'the bitch is cursed, don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut her throat inside a dark alley Someone knocked his daughter off a balcony, bloodshed in Galilea The cowardly flee to the hills of Cabarea Thieves of a hundred gates, the queen of cities No one shows pity, flyin spirits, floatin demons, fallen saints Soldiers walkin by their ranks, service of the East gate, scared to drink What would our leaders think? Every man lookin at each other, scared to blink The seed inside the sanctuary, scary Portraits of Saint Mary, with Mona Lisa The Queen of Cheeba, strokin a cheetah Other mid-wives sayin 'I don't like the way he treats her' Pass the reefer, bad cheeba, Solomon judge wisely Wisdom spoken of highly, hair knotty, ask God 'Why me?'
[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest] It's the street life that I write From beginning to end Dealin with these lies and deceptions Like the fall of Solomon And all my niggas in the State Pen Who doin five to ten
[Killah Priest] Order these Gods to untie me He said men do not despise a thief if he still dissatisfy his soul If he's captured he shall restore it, seven fold A legend unfold, let it be written in the scroll Solomon's gold, swallow them whole He said 'Fuck you!', make me another Pagan God Usin brass poles, spies layin up in the closet They open the door, they spray holes through the prophets Solomon whispers, a man reaches in his zipper The king killed by his own bishop Hit beneath the babel gate himself, fucked when he hicced up Tears of a child, 'Daddy, get up!' Fast forward, you see Malcolm X fallin from a pulpit Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges Imposters live, abduct the kids in front of corner stores Poppin shit, throwin up gang signs at the same time Them niggas roll dice and fight canines/K-9's Should I wake 'em up or let 'em stay blind? Cause education seem like it's only shit to a thug You either Crip or you Blood, really? I'm sick of the grudge Y'all niggas need to dip it in blood, I should walk by And take a flick of your mug, show you how vicious you was Neighborhood overflooded with liqour and drugs Young queens grow up to be strippers in clubs Man, damn son!
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[Outro: Killah Priest] It's the street life that I write It's the street life that I write
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